Three inches when the wind rose, and three inches away, it was as usual, and it was not affected in the slightest.

Qi is like a knife, constantly tearing through the surrounding space, and the sound of impact is endless, threatening to burst people's eardrums.

After thinking for a long time, he opened his eyes gently, there was endless killing intent in his eyes, and mortals would definitely blind their eyes in less than half a breath when they looked at them.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he exhaled deeply, all the movement around him disappeared without a trace, and he said to the old man with a wry smile: "I don't know, what is my artistic conception of killing, but it has been in your eyes." ”

Hearing this, the old man tilted his head sideways, frowned, and said, "It is already Mahayana, if you turn into a god, you can definitely succeed in one fell swoop." ”

"No, it's not enough!"

Stretched out his index finger and waved, looked up into the distance and said leisurely.

Standing up, he walked forward lonely, stepped out, his body split into four phantoms, and when he walked to the bow of the boat, he suddenly turned around, and the four phantoms and the body poured out different artistic conceptions.

They are: killing, life and death, hellfire, Zu Lei, illusory artistic conception, and then the four phantoms return to the main body, his left eye is scorched with fire, and his right eye is surrounded by thunder.

Raising his left hand, there was no distinction between the virtual and the real, and then he raised his right hand, and the dead and vigorous energy on it were staggered, and a pair of black wings condensed by murderous aura appeared on his back.

However, it didn't last long, and then he sat on the ground and kept panting, not yet turning into a god, and releasing the artistic conception was very consuming of qi and blood, this was Xu Mo's last resort, even if the Kunxu Dao Eye could not be used, the polar mirror and the town domain law were the same, and they were not afraid of all the reasons.

"Five artistic conceptions! You've broken common sense, isn't that enough?"

The old man could no longer maintain his posture, and stood up suddenly, asking Xu Mo in shock.

"It's really not enough!" Xu Mo nodded, turned to look at the old man and pondered for a moment, and sighed: "I first have to break the dilemma of the Extreme Realm, and the crisis of breaking the Mirror Tribulation. ”

"Ancient Extreme Realm, Breaking the Heavenly Tribulation, you kid is really incomprehensible!" looked at Xu Mo with wide eyes and open mouth, and sighed: "Since that's the case, then I'll help you!"

When the words fell, the space changed for a while, the water surface and the boat in front of him all disappeared without a trace, and the boat under their feet became a stubborn stone, and the two of them stood on it and squatted on it.

Looking forward and around, he found that the surrounding area was a desert, and gusts of wind blew the yellow sand on the ground, constantly swirling in the sky and swept away into the distance.

In front of the two of them, there was a pentagonal maple tree, which stood still in the wind and sun, even if it was swept by a tornado.

Seeing such a wonderful scene, Xu Mo used his spiritual sense to probe the past, but found that there seemed to be a membrane around him, blocking his spiritual sense from the outside.

The change of time was unpredictable, and the branches and leaves of the tree began to turn yellow and fall downward, but the process was very slow, and the fallen leaves were deliberately slow.

"I understand that the life of a leaf ends like rain, and the process in the middle is its birth!"

Thoughtfully, Xu Mo looked at the old man and said calmly, but he still didn't understand what the old man wanted to do, after all, he had already understood the artistic conception of life and death, and he would only make slight progress again, but it was very small and almost negligible.

Smiling slightly, the old man didn't pay attention to Xu Mo, but his body moved slightly, and the scenery continued to change at an accelerated pace, until all the maple trees around him stopped time.

In the blink of an eye, witnessing the feat of turning from a maple tree into a maple forest, Xu Mo didn't have much emotion, all of this is illusion, which can be changed by manipulating people's minds.

"Don't you realize? It's okay, let's change it!"

looked at Xu Mo, and then said disappointedly.

The words fell, and with a hand of his hand, a seed grew rapidly in his palm, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an apple tree, and he picked an apple from the tree lightly, but the delicate apple soon shrank into a ball, and then turned into ashes.

thoughtfully, he sighed deeply, and said unhurriedly: "Time, this is the artistic conception of time, but it is not perfect, only time accelerates and decelerates, and there is a pause, but there is no time to go backwards." ”

"Regression? Are you sure time is reversible?"

Rubbing his eyebrows, the old man said in surprise.

In fact, the old man really wants to kick Xu Mo, how to say that this thing is really good at picking thorns, time is going backwards, ridiculous, not to mention rumors, there is no trace of it in the world at all.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Xu Mo was naïve, the old man turned around and didn't look at him, while Xu Mo stretched out his hand and gathered the dust that was about to drift away.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the dust in his hands suddenly stirred, and the outline of an apple had been formed, and then the withered apple appeared, and then began to slowly become full.

The old man who noticed the movement turned around and looked over, and found the change in Xu Mo's hand, he was stunned for a while, and then reached out and rubbed his eyes, and found that it was still the same as before he didn't rub it.

At this moment, Xu Mo's hand kept trembling, and in an instant, the apple turned into a seed, and he discarded it without looking at it, and lamented loudly: "Time regression, it's really hard to control, I can't do it at all now, I can rewind him to a point in time, failure!"

This is absolutely unbearable, this kid is definitely sent by God to be angry with himself, well, it must be, otherwise how could he hit someone like this, if he doesn't beat him, Tiandao probably can't see it.

The old man secretly thought to himself, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he raised his hand and grabbed Xu Mo's collar, then threw it in the air, and quickly punched, and one after another fist shadows hit Xu Mo's body.

Two quarters of an hour later, the old man put Xu Mo on the ground, didn't say a word, his body gradually faded and disappeared, and then no trace of him could be found.

Xu Mo was in a daze for a while, he didn't know at all, why the old man wanted to use such a rough way to treat his injuries, just now the old man's fist hit his body, and there was obviously a strange force swimming in his body, repairing his meridians and broken internal organs.

After thinking about it for a long time, he just couldn't think of anything, and there was one thing he understood, that is, the old man helped him treat his injuries, although he was treated, but he was not completely cured at all, but now he can exert the power of the fifth layer of qi refining.

Just when he didn't understand, the boat disappeared, and he fell into the water again at once, this time Xu Mo saw a lonely island, and without hesitation, he rose into the air, and ran towards the island with his toes on the water.

Near the island, a javelin was shot, and the figure flashed slightly on one side, and then flashed on the other side, attaching the aura to the palm of his hand, grabbing the barrel of the javelin, and locking it firmly in his hand.

Holding the javelin, Xu Mo, who was standing on the water, tilted his head to look at the javelin in his hand, and gently held his chin and said to himself: "Strange javelin, can actually track and kill the enemy?"